On May 27 at 7:30 a.m. I was wheeled into the OR to get most of the rest of my large intestine removed (boo) and to get the previously detached intestines reattached to each other (yay!). At 6:40 that night I was in my hospital bed listening to the Giants beat Arizona ... again ... and again!
My dad wasn't able to be here this time because he had gotten blood poisoning in his finger! (He's fine now.... He worked an entire Rockies/Twins game before going to the ER for it, though.) My husband did a fine job standing in as family baseball geek. By the second day we had nurses asking me, "Are you some kind of baseball freak or something?" Why yes, yes I am. There's nothing quite like being given a bladder ultrasound by an A's fan while he tells you why he's more of an A's than a Giants guy. I'm not sure I trust those types.
Anyway, the surgery went well and I'm hoping to be out of here soon and at another beautiful Mays Field evening, eating a Cha-Cha Bowl (high in fiber you know). In the worst case I will just have to get all the colon removed and go back to how I was with just the small intestine -- and that's livable -- I lived with it for four months. And that's the WORST case! I can do this. Not even faking it.
This time around is much better than last time, mentally, emotionally and physically. The lows are not so low and the highs are better. I attribute this to its not being the offseason.
Thanks for all your wishes this winter. Onwards ...